Dayn Schulman

Uncle

the beads of sweat on your face,
the story you stuck to, and still do,
the empirical knowledge that led
us to not believe you,
reminded me of myself,
and fictions I too have contocted,
unsuccessfully.

the undeniable fact that
denial ruled your position,
that against all odds you would have
nothing else than to protect
your ego, is really,
quite understandable.

to have nowhere to go
other than where
you, I am sure,
would not want to have to go to,
and map out,
is something I can relate to,
and yes,
I've been there before as well, my very much
beloved,
Uncle Bruce.

You are my Favorite Uncle!
Have been, are, and will be,
forever, even in this strange
era called Man versus Chemicals,
a new, but not unknown
classic battle that
challenges every fiber
of our humanity.

So, "shall we go,
You and I while we can,
Through, the transitive nightfall
of Diamonds?"

Or shall we
make a pact to be more
transparent?
Might as well...
because everyone can see
through us already....

Translucent,
deep blue, undulating,
tides that ebb and flow,
secrets too obvious,
are held in the ocean,
the salty splash,
the vulnerability,
of trillions of tears.

Where did we get lost,
can we get back,
do we want to,
do we care?
We'd better,
because those around
us will have no choice,
other than to learn how to swim,
without us.

 

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